[finoodle]

Name;
Gender; Female
Role; Gather
Why?;

possible res <3

[suds]

user// lose it.
name// komorebi, nicknamed komo.
meaning// "the sort of scattered, dappled light effect
that happens when sunlight shines in through trees."
gender// male

passions//
> exploring. when he is done with his job, he will head out and take a look around for a bit, "just lookin'."
> stargazing. before dawn he gets up and looks at the sky, counting stars or wishing he was up there.
> music. komo will often patter his paws to an unknown beat, sometimes singing his own words or anothers.

song// the ghosts of beverly drive -- death cab for cutie
rank/why// komo is a gatherer, and a good one at that. with his bright colors it is easy to blend in at the rising of the sun. he slips into dens of loners and takes their goods, rarely getting caught. if they see him stealing, he will return it with an apology, making up some excuse. he is not a fan of violence, and if they attack he simply defends himself, blocking or tricking them and running away. with his street smarts he has a slick tongue, good at bargaining and deals. though sometimes he meets another with the same talent, and loses. komo is not perfect, and sometimes speaks out of turn, causing a ruckus. while stealing is one thing he does, finding treasures is another. looking behind old scraps of trash and rubbish, he will sometimes find something good, such as a lens or some decent wire.
//whispers .Ｓｅｉｊｕｕ::. made this form layout <3

[Sheer]

Marking<3 ^^

[sighs_alot]

{-- ＵＳＥＲＮＡＭＥ ; Sighs a lot
{-- ＮＡＭＥ ; Fowler
{-- ＭＥＡＮＩＮＧ ; Fowler simply means, bird catcher.
{-- ＧＥＮＤＥＲ ; Male

I am just a poor boy
Though my story seldom told
I squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
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In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remains

Boxer // Mumford & Sons

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Fowler is a gatherer for the Dawn pack of Moto.
Fowler has a rather impressive ability to silently wander through the grassy plains of the Moto territory. But he is no better a gatherer than any other Xholi; which he doesn't mind at all. Fowler, however, does have a tendency to return with useless items such as feathers, antlers, flowers, or even rocks he finds interesting; although he would never admit it. Fowler prefers to help gather medical herbs with/for the healer, he finds it to be more rewarding than fetching bedding or den supplies.
He revels in the comfort of gathering alone in the early morning, just as the sun rises. The silent chatter of the early birds calms him, even to the point where he might partake in it. Morning fog, lingering stars, and dew on dandelion puffs are some of Fowler's guilty pleasures that only few truly understand.
Morning is a new day, a new opportunity to Fowler, and he tries to make the best of it.

Fowler was a rather curious and rambunctious pup, the worst kind of combination. He never went searching for trouble but somehow it always seemed to find him, at least that's what he told his parents. Fowler's mother and father were scouts for the pack and not to mention very tight-fisted parents. No "incident" went without punishment. After a few months though Fowler straightened-out, and rambunctiousness turned into ambition. It was never questioned, Fowler was born to be a scout. With his father being one of the best scouts in the pack he would often tell Fowler stories of his past patrols and quarrels with other clans. Upon hearing these tales young Fowler would scout around the den and even reenact some of the fights. Little did he know that many disapproved of his fathers scouting method. His father embodied the destruction and rage of fire; the Moto element. He would ward off any Xholis he deemed a threat to his home, even if they meant no harm. His father was a very aggressive fighter and would rarely show mercy to those he quarreled with.

It was no surprise when Fowler chose to be a apprentice scout. With the help of his father, Fowler became a great offensive fighter. He proved a notable apprentice; at least he was, until the fighting portion came in to play. Fowler barely knew how to use his gem for dueling, the best he could muster was just a small willow-wisp. But it was his turn to battle...
A burst of flames here and crackle of fire there, Fowler was practically engulfed flames. The stench of singed fur only made him panic more, he had tried to use his gem to help defend against the inferno but he was not of sound mind. Out of complete panic his fight or flight instinct kicked in. What followed was just short of tragic.
"Get the healer!" " Oh my stars..." "Fowler! What's wrong with you?!?" The icy glares and roars of panic and anger woke him up from what felt like a dream. His sparing partner laid limp at his feet. Gasping for air as the gash on his neck bled. It all happened so suddenly. The healer came, the other apprentices were escorted away from the area, while the savant led Fowler back to the camp.
Fowler can hardly recall what was going on around him. The savant's voice was just as low and inaudible as his fathers, barking back and forth at each other with such anger. As Fowler's ears started ringing he began to make out their words.
"What where you thinking teaching your pup those ghastly things?!? Only savant's are allowed to train apprentices!" "This is exactly the reason you could never become a savant." The savant growled lowly.
His fathers fur began to flare as he snarled at the savant, enable to muster a comeback. As the crowd began to gather around the scene, the Savant began to calm themself. "I'm sorry." They sighed. "But Fowler is unworthy of being a scout." After a brief look of sympathy the savant left, along with the crowd. His father could only look at Fowler in shame and disappointment as he turned away. Leaving Fowler alone in the dusty clearing.
As weeks turned to months the stares and gossiping ceased, and he was accepted as a fair gatherer and pleasant pack mate. The whole endeavor still scares Fowler to this day. He may have lost all his confidence that day but he gained his humility.

Fowler can be described as kind, understanding, levelheaded, and brave. He tries his hardest to be as respectful and gentlemen-like to everyone he meets, even if they do not deserve it. Fowler isn't the most social Xholi; though he can hold civil conversations quite well, many consider him to be rather introverted and drawn-in. After being rejected by the savant, Fowler acquired deep-seated feelings of shame and a fear of rejection, which often lead him to doubt himself or even back-down from certain tasks.
Fowler is unusually perceptive, he has a apt of guessing the thoughts or feelings of those around him, most especially if they are negative. In spite of the rejection he felt as a youth, Fowler tries to find the good in almost everybody and is extremely forgiving.

__ＬＩＫＥＳ;__
･ ｡*
Fog
Winter
Dawn
Birds
Trinkets
Rain

ＤＩＳＬＩＫＥＳ;
　ﾟ･　*
Gossip
Stress
Rejection
Injuring others
Shedding
Hot weather

[ibolya]

Name:Camille
Gender: female
Role and why:
Camille is a pup-sitter, due to her kind and motherly nature. She loves pups, and would do anything to protect them. She is very gentle and delicate, making her perfect for this role.

Personality:

Kind / Gentle / Caring / Calm / Humorous / Cheery

Camille is caring and gentle, but will be stern when the time comes. She hates getting mad at pups and will refrain from ever losing her temper on them. She is very friendly and welcoming, making even the shyest pups adore her. She is aware of what is right, and will not be afraid to politely state her opinion. Camille is a very down-to-earth Xholi in general, and very laid back.

Likes:
-the sun
-fresh air
-singing
-pup-sitting
-warmth
-songbirds

Dislikes:
-the cold
-the dark
-violence
-swamps

[Ill]

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Name:
Abrianna
Name Meaning:
"Mother of grace" in Italian
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Abrianna is straightforward, lithe, and courageous. She also isn't very patient, which made her a terrible hunter and a lousy fighter. Also, she doesn't really like to fight unless it's to protect something physically near her, giving her a bit of a stubborn air. However, if you bug her enough, she would go fight if needed. It's said that she's rather lazy, but that is most definitely not true.
Role and why:
"My role? A pupsitter, of course. Why would I choose such a "boring" job? I love pups, and it's definitely not a boring job, mind you. It's a job that requires much skill, care, and tolerance, all qualities which I believe I have. Not to mention, pups love me. You must be truly skilled to deal with everything pups do on a daily basis. For example, you need to be on the ready to stop them from doing something really stupid. Though it may not seem like it, I really do enjoy taking care of the little buggers. They're cute, mischievous, and they force everyone to depend on me for something useful. Heh, heh, they can be pretty helpful too. For example, one time I messed up my paw and the little one all banded together to help me get around. Sweet little angels. Don't worry, i'll be finished talking soon. One last reason why I love being a pupsitter is because for some reason, I could never have pups of my own. I tried so hard, but it never worked, and every time it failed, the Xholi I tried to bond with left me, never to speak to me again. So therefore, my final reason for loving my role, is that it makes me feel like the mother I could never become."

The Past of The Pup-Less One
I looked in awe at the mother and her pups. I was too young to understand how much care was required to create them, but nonetheless, I knew from that moment on, I wanted some of my own when I was older. A bit awkwardly, I scampered over to the mother and her pups, wanting to meet the newborns. "Hello!" I greeted. "Your pups are so adorable!" I continued on. I was only an apprentice at the time, so I was quite an annoying Xholi. The mother looked up and smiled at me tenderly. "Thank you, Abrianna." She answered, chuckling softly. "Can they come and play?" I proceeded to ask, forgetting how young the little ones were for a moment. The mother shook her head. "Their gems are too fragile at this stage in life, remember?" She reminded me of the fact. I nodded awkwardly, a bit embarrassed that I had forgotten such an important fact. "Abri!" My mother called to me. She was a bit strict, but she was wise, and her heart was always in the right place. "Coming mother!" I called back, returning to her side. One day, I'm going to be the one with pups at her side... I thought to myself, excited for the future I had planned.

Tragedy, is the perfect word to describe me at this point in time. I had become very close with five different Xholi, (each at different times, though) and every single time we tried to bond, it.... Didn't work, for some strange reason. The savant had never seen such a strange case, in which two gems refused to fuse. I was an embarrassment to those around me. Many began to call me, "The First Barren Xholi" to my displeasure. Some were so superstitious that they refused to let me, a pupsitter, care for their pups while they were out "playing their roles". However, some found sadness in their hearts ad gave me sympathy for my failures. I accepted it, though reluctantly. I wasn't the same as those around me, and I began to believe what they said. "Her gem must be cursed!" They cried, "She's barren!" They gasped, "She's not natural!" All their cries of horrors filled my ears, until one day, they just stopped, like I was old news or something. I wouldn't let myself cry over my ailment. I wouldn't let myself be weak. I would show them all that though I was different, I could somehow be just like them. Then, realization hit me. I had the pack's pups to care for. Though they were not my own, I was still caring for them, which is something i'd wanted to do. I smiled and mumbled to myself as I watched the little ones play with each other. "You may not be my own, but you have shown me that I haven't failed. I am a mother, though not physically. I am a mother to your actions, to your mind, to everything you will be when you are grown. Thank you, for opening my eyes. Thank you, little ones, who brighten my skies."

[Aaron✦]

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WIP

Name: Rowan
Gender: Unsure himself- uses male pronouns.
Role and why: Rowan

[paper planets]

Name:
Malki (Mal-Kee)
Gender:
Female
Role & Why:
PUPSITTER
Malki is a pupsittter because when she was a bit younger she had pups of her own. Their father/other parent had disappeared mysteriously before they were born. Malki had four pups, two of them were stillborn, meaning they had died before they were born. Malki grieved for her lost pups bit learned to care for her other two puppies who still needed her attention. But, Malki's grief filled path didn't end there. When the pups were still very young a sickness struck, killing a third pup. With o my one pup remaining, Malki became very protective and never let him out of her sight. To this day the reason of that fourth's pup's death is still a mystery. The only story that others know is that the puppy was sleeping so Malki went out quickly to get dme water. When she returned, the pup was gone, there was no scent, no tracks and no evidence of how it died. A few days later Malki was taking a walk in the forest when she saw her dead pup on the forest floor. It looked as if he had walked out into the forest then some creature had attacked him.
Ever since she saw her tiny pup lying in the forest she swore to protect all other pups. She vowed to do this because she never wanted to see another pup get harmed again.
Malki is very protective, due to get history. But, if you look past that protective and fierce side of her you will find that she is very sweet, caring, kind, gentle and very good with pups. She is also very good at calming others down so rant contributes to taking care of pups as well. Malki's need to put others problems in front of her's also make her very focused on helping others. She is also thoughtful and can be playful at times. Malki is genuinely kind as others say and she would never hurt another xholi unless they threatened to harm her family or any pups.

[EmberWolf]

Just under 12 hours left on this one until it closes now c:

[Lukina]

Name: Esme
Gender: Female
Role and why: Pup sitter
The role of Pupsitter is the perfect role for Esme, because she absolutely loves pups to death.The other roles really don't suit her too well, her being soft hearted doesn't really mix with other roles. Since she was younger she always had a soft spot for those younger then her, and always seemed to get along better with them then those her own age.